" "Ay, here I am," said Jack, throwing off his hat and wig, and marching towards the group, amongst whom there was a general movement of surprise at his audacity. A sense of impending disaster was upon him. But what he could do or might do she could not imagine. It'll be advertised to-morrow. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. His age was not far from fifty. What she admired in her man was his resolute defense of his opinions.
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